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Amrapali
Tendolkar

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Her Story

When a kid was she, adored child only,
Treated like a princess, every wish fulfilled.
She was gifted a book one day,
‘Adventures of a little girl’ it read,
Colorful pictures, exciting story,
She got lost in its glory.
But then she grew up and know what?
The adventures never came true,
She searched in the real world,
Got lost but didn’t find any prince charming too.
But she found another book,
‘Sacrifices of a woman’ it read,
Rules to live by for a woman,
Submissive, sacrificing, bowed down.
“Of course, this won’t be true either,’ she said,
And kept it aside while she searched for her way,
Tried to be assertive, independent,
For like a princess she had been raised.
But then she found the second story coming true,
Many things the world didn’t allow her to do,
Obstacles she came across everywhere,
She felt lost again and again.
‘This is stupid,” she said to herself,
“The first story was good but didn’t come true,
The second is sad but seems to happen with me,
It’s my life, so why can’t I decide my own story?”
And that resolve started a new story,
She persevered, remained firm and assertive,
Bogged down she didn’t remain by the society’s norms,
She decided to write climax the way she wanted it to happen.
Slowly, but surely she found her way,
Prince Charming himself came to find her from faraway,
She was not submissive, all those rules she broke,
Yet, a lot of respect from all she evoked.
One night, years hence she sat on her bed,
A smile of satisfaction lit up her face,
She put down the book she had been reading that time,
It was called ‘The Story of Her Life.’